Show I 1 written for the deseret news the church and kingdom BY B row SNOW A dream crept C re 1 t mildly eer my aching sense As sleep close drew the curtain of my sight and nature sought repose the active soul less weary than its mortal frame strayed forth and borrowing optics of the spirit land not dulle wit with h cares or dust of earth but more congenial to itself beheld a sight so cruel and so sad it weeping came and upon me morys tablet gently stealing wrote it there A barm harmless less lamb innocent and mild as the winds of heaven that fawd it while on the green turf it oft and blayd was sporting oer the lawn now and anon its sweet voice rang merrily and buoyant As the zephyr on which lightly borne sounded resounded Re tar far through distant hill and vale and mild echo tuond and returns the sound till all erad in the etheri etherial ul world it died upon the ear I 1 saw admired and alm almost ost I 1 were that lamb so mild happy and from care so free that no thought my soul disturbed of harm to it should hap the sands of time the footprints of an hour rad had scarce received rece ivd when lo 10 behold the change A hungry eagle midway so soaring aring tween heaven and earth eager searching tor for his pr prey ey the fair innocent espied cruel bird not nol beauty nor the plaintive mellow notes that its parting lips could touch thy heart so full of thirst for blood swift as the dart its wings had cleft the air in twain from dizzy heights far down to verdant plain and its fierce talons now were red with wilh gore 1 I 1 strove to save but bat ahl ah mine arm was short bleeding pity so 0 wrought I 1 upon my soul in bitterness I 1 wept and briny tears so choked my vision weak that for a time the scene was veiled anon my sight rest restored orld I 1 looked again and stretchy chrt hd upon the he ground i beheld the pro proud ud eagle 0 with sheltered shelt erd beak beneath its powerful powei ful wing crim with shame wounded weak and dying blood freely clowd F from rom every pore and then my soul was glad but how and whither art thou fled sweet one dost thou still live in gentleness so pure that all the wicked world still will envy thee B but at hark the rustling breeze is passing by and drops upon my ear a welcome sound inviting me far to a distant field thither I 1 bent my course coarse and looke again c and lol from its sore wounds and fright well heald the lamb iamb skipped gally gaily oer the grass grown field thrice happy an and dimore more than eer before I 1 beheld strangely won derd erld and admarld ad mirld ba could riot not see from whence the power by which the weak and beeb feeble le did overcome oer oler come the strong scarce an nour had passa ere I 1 siw saw again A vulture foul had marad it for his prey then through the air in circles wheeling eling round descended and with fury fierce and strong was confident not a fear could daunt him of success most sure beat my in fear tor for him I 1 loved but soon oer the eagles fate became the vultures too 1 1 the sweet conqueror changed again his field and with newborn new born courage still waxing strong each time more potent increased my wonder now etwas again from chael cruel hands set sat free and seema with new and vig vigrous irous life to breathe that tat nought might harm its still and peaceful walk my soul rejoiced and blest that happy hour alas too soon again my hope had fled for 1 espied a fierce and savage wolf with slow and noiseless noi tread as when by nights night the thief with cautious step draws near his prize lest he the honest sleeper should arouse to his own foul foal hearts sorrow and despair approach this prodigy intent on blood now with savage rush he be grasps the victim in his is powerful claws his fangs deep buived in its flesh and bloody increased his fury that gorging fierce he soon had reached the heart plucky it ruthlessly from its warm chamber and proudly bore it from the bloody field I 1 sadly sighed and thought that all was oer the gentle lamb had met its final fate bulanon Bu but tanon anon far in the distant vale I 1 saw lovely aud and thrice more im 0 re s trong strong than eer before by cooling mountain streams and meadows fair playfully in the warm sun sunbeams beams basking the object of my love now my soul did shout tor joy but could I 1 not understand till oer it came a halo of new light on which I 1 saw inscribed inscribe di the everlasting the church and kingdom of our cord lord and christ copyright secured Be curea |